Avery Deir El Asad Whore ❤️

About Netanya

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Deir al-Asad

I bumped into an old friend, Ahmed. We started chatting, and he told me about this new investment opportunity in tech startups. I was like, “Dude, I’m all ears!” But then, he hit me with the price tag. I nearly choked on my falafel. Like, are you kidding me? Who has that kinda cash lying around?

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